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Zhao Hanzhang covered his head, said "Oh" and said coquettishly: "Uncle, we haven't found the craftsman who built the bookstore and bookstore yet..."

Zhao Ming said: "I have already written to Luoyang. You can wait for the news."

He said: "It is easy to do bad things if you are impatient. If we are lucky, it will also be our fate. Don't force it."

Zhao Hanzhang: "Then I'll ask someone to study how to print books later. Unfortunately, I don't have many craftsmen..."

Zhao Ming: "...there are no craftsmen in the clan who can print books, but I can give you two carpenters."

Zhao Hanzhang said enough was enough.

After handing over the papermaking workshop to Zhao Qing, Zhao Hanzhang became the hands-off shopkeeper, while Fu Tinghan stayed behind to work with the craftsmen on improving papermaking techniques and experimenting with more ratios.

Originally, he didn't plan to get involved anymore. He already knew the steps of making paper, so he just had to try the rest one by one.

But he looked at the craftsmen's test ratios and found that they were adding materials based on their feelings. Fu Tinghan couldn't stand it, so he could only stay and help them calculate.

Then analyze the reasons for the differences from the produced paper, and then adjust the ratio based on the data.

However, because making paper pulp takes time, he is not very busy. He only needs to calculate the data and give it to the craftsmen and let them test it according to the recipe.

After he finished his calculations, he returned to the county office. On this stretch of road outside the city, he still walked habitually.

It's winter now, and there are almost no people in the wild, so it's very quiet. The snow on the ground begins to slowly fall, and it doesn't look as good as before.

On such a quiet road, he likes to walk back like a walk. At this time, his mind will be very clear and he can think of many problems that he could not think of when he sat down.

There are some in mathematics, some in life, and some information from this era.

Fu Tinghan walked back slowly. Fu An and the coachman had become accustomed to following him these days, and followed him obediently.

When he reached the city gate, he got on the carriage and returned to the county government office.

Fu Tinghan was about to go back to the backyard of the county government office, but was stopped by Chang Ning, who came over and said, "Dalangjun, there are people coming from Wushan."

Fu Tinghan then turned to the county government office, "Isn't Hanzhang not in the county government office?"

"The girl has gone to training."

Only then did Fu Tinghan remember that today was an odd-numbered day, and she would go to training every odd-numbered day.

Fu Tinghan went to see the people from Wushan.

The ones who came were Yishi's Buqu, who had been ordered to escort the iron blocks to the county town. In addition to the iron blocks, there were two long boxes.

The chief has been carrying it and refused to hand it over. He must see Zhao Hanzhang or Fu Tinghan.

Chang Ning didn't force it and kept waiting for one of the two to come back.

As soon as Fu Tinghan came over, the chief immediately knelt down on one knee and presented the two boxes, "What you want is ready."

Fu Tinghan took it and his hand sank, almost losing his grip on the box.

He placed the box on the table and opened the longest one. Inside was the familiar sword with the same scabbard.

Fu Tinghan picked it up, with a heavy hand, and pulled out a piece. The cold light was bright. Even if he didn't know much about swords, he could tell that it was a good sword.

Chang Ning saw it and was surprised, "Is this the girl's sword?"

Fu Tinghan nodded, and when he saw him looking at it eagerly, he took it out and showed it to him.

Chang Ning took it carefully, looked at it carefully, and exclaimed: "What a good sword, but its luster doesn't look like it is made of fine iron. What is added to it?"

"Steel," Fu Tinghan thought for a moment, then held the sword and cut off the corner of the table. The hard corner of the table was cut off as smoothly as tofu.

Chang Ning's eyes widened instantly, and even Fu Tinghan was a little surprised. He didn't use much strength.

Chang Ning covered his chest and said, "This, this is a magic weapon."

Fu Tinghan got closer to look at the sword blade, and after a moment he smiled and said: "Blacksmith Lu is indeed the best blacksmith in Xiping. This sword is very good."

He said to Fu An: "Go and get some money to reward the blacksmith."

Fu An agreed.

Fu Tinghan then closed the scabbard and went to open another box.

Inside the box are two gun heads, which also have a cold light. Just looking at the color, you can tell that they are made of the same material as this sword.

Fu Tinghan reached out to pick up the gun tip, but his fingertip just touched it and was cut.

He retracted his hand and Fu An screamed, "Lang Jun, you are injured."

"Why are you injured?" Zhao Hanzhang walked in with a smart look and strode in.

Fu Tinghan held down his finger and said, "It's okay, I accidentally made a small cut."

Zhao Hanzhang took his hand and looked at it. She frowned slightly when she saw the blood slowly draining out. She took out a handkerchief and put it on him, "Doesn't it hurt? How did you scratch it?"

Fu Tinghan looked at the gun tip in the box and said, "This gun tip is very sharp. You must be careful when using it in the future."

Zhao Hanzhang lowered her head to take a look and saw that the gun head was shaped into a diamond shape, and the silver-white gun head reflected the cold light. She fell in love with it immediately.

"Did you design this?"

Fu Tinghan nodded, "There is still a gun body missing. I asked Mr. Ji to find Cinmu. I have watched you practice martial arts and have a preliminary understanding of your strength. Later, you can find a few people to practice with and I will take a look. , when the time comes, a gun will be tailor-made for you.”

Zhao Hanzhang didn't expect him to be so attentive, and thought he would leave everything to the blacksmith.

She opened her mouth, paused and asked, "Would it be too much trouble?"

"No trouble."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at his hand covering the handkerchief, covered the box, picked it up and threw it into Fu An's arms. He put his hands together to hold his wound, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the doctor."

Fu Tinghan said hurriedly: "There is also a sword..."

Zhao Hanzhang freed up one hand to pick it up and took him to find the doctor.

The doctor opened the veil under Zhao Hanzhang's nervous gaze and looked at the wound in a daze.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhao Hanzhang looked over and asked, "How are you doing? Are you seriously injured?"

The doctor said expressionlessly: "It's quite serious. If the girl brings Mr. Fu Dalang here later, the wound will be healed."

Fu Tinghan was a little embarrassed.

Zhao Hanzhang went to check and saw that the wound was no longer bleeding, but it was still red. He quickly said: "Is there no ointment? It can make him go faster. Fu Dalangjun wants to write. The injury happened to be on the index finger. It is very difficult to hold the pen." painful."

The doctor wanted to drive the two of them out of the hospital, but Zhao Hanzhang was the oldest in Xiping County. He didn't dare. He could only take out a porcelain bottle and hand it to Zhao Hanzhang, "Just rub it a little. In fact, if you don't rub it, it won't hurt after a while. "

Zhao Hanzhang didn't believe it. "This finger is different from other places. It is more sensitive. Plus writing is a delicate job. How can it not hurt if it is injured here?"

Fu Tinghan didn't want to stay any longer. He stood up and urged her: "Let's go back quickly."

Zhao Hanzhang could only help him and let Fu An pay.

Fu An:......

He was so helpless. Miss Zhao never cried out in pain when she was beaten or beaten, nor did she call the doctor. Why was Mr. Lang so nervous when he accidentally made a small cut?

His servant was just shocked at first. Compared with her, he felt that he was too stable.

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